Chapter 572
Chapter 572:
At those words, Leonardo’s furrowed brow seemed to soften, just a little, though the tension was far from gone. Then, like a storm cloud gathering force, Leonardo’s gaze shifted to me. His voice boomed, crackling with anger as he thundered, “Makenna, what is this now? Are you determined to bring chaos wherever you go? How much more trouble are you going to stir up before you’re satisfied?”
I felt my knees tremble, my strength draining as I collapsed to the floor in a desperate plea for mercy.
“Your Majesty, I take full responsibility. It was my plea that led Prince Clayton to agree to take me away from the palace. If punishment is due, let it fall on me. Please, show mercy to Prince Clayton!”
I choked down my fear, fighting to keep my voice steady as I begged for Clayton’s sake.
No matter the consequences, I was the one who had dragged Clayton into this mess, and now it was on me to save him.
Makenna’s POV:
The grand hall stilled, as if a single breath had been drawn and held by the very air itself.
I knelt there, the cold stone pressing against my knees, not daring to utter a sound. The thudding of my heart was deafening in the silence, each beat a reminder of the gravity of the moment.
Leonardo, silent as ever, sat on his throne like an unmoving statue, his gaze sharp as a dagger, fixed upon me. His eyes said more than words ever could, and the weight of his silence crushed down on me like a heavy blanket.
My hands were locked together so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, but I felt no pain, only the steady pulse of dread.
How much time passed, I could not say, but finally, Leonardo spoke, his voice as cold as the winter winds. “Makenna, you have deceived me, and caused Dominic’s disappearance. Both are unforgivable crimes, and I could very well have you executed on the spot.”
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The words pierced through me like ice, and a suffocating despair filled my chest.
Was this really how it was going to end?
My life was worth little more than a shadow in the dark, but Clayton… he was innocent. He didn’t deserve any of this.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself, and bowed my head with all the strength I could muster. My voice came out thick, struggling against the lump in my throat. “Your Majesty, I am willing to pay with my life. But none of this concerns Prince Clayton. If you spare him, I will die without regret.”
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I held them at bay, not allowing myself the weakness of crying before Leonardo.
He let out a chilling laugh, a sound that could freeze blood, and said, “Since you insist, then I shall grant your wish.”
With a wave of his hand, he signaled for the guards to seize me.
Just as they moved to grab hold of me, Bryan and Dominic stepped forward in unison, their presence a barrier between me and the guards.
Bryan’s face was grim, his voice urgent. “Father, wait! There is something I must say.”
Leonardo’s gaze shifted to them, and his eyes darkened with anger. “If you are here to beg for her, then your words are wasted.”
He glanced back at me, fury burning in his eyes. “Since she arrived in this palace, she has caused nothing but trouble. Now she dares to feign death. She deserves to be executed.”
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